"I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom. I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients." Gustave Courbet

02 December 2018

Think.


I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen, of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been; Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were, with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair. 
I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see. 
For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green. 
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and people who will see a world that I shall never know. 
But all the while I sit and think of times there were before, I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.

J.R.R. Tolkien

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